#017 Climbing the hills...

It was in the summer of '07

I was a small kid with dreams

nothing could hold me back

but only if my mom would scream..

So we took to the early morning

just like every other day's theme

only this time we decided

to hike the ridge near the stream..

Through the trees, rocks and the mud

over the narrow stream of river

kept climbing the hills so high

untill we all were in a quiver..

As we looked down from above

it was a magical sight in a skew

the whole world was beneath us

and up there we were a few..